[Talking in background]
Turn up my headphones
Sometimes, I don't even know if I'm coming or going
(We about to take you there)
[Chorus]
Please lord let me make it through a day without no pain
How can I make it through the fire when there is no rain?
Send me free stuff dwelling on my sins
Cause you got me blowing circles in the wind
[Chorus]
[Verse 1: Mr Gzus]
I'm high as hell loungin' on my Ralph Lauren sofa
Caught up in this game trying to maintain the quota
Before it's over, gun talk before the gun spark
Survive this long cause of the way I keep my gun cocked
It's so dark, when I delve into my memoirs,
And it's so graphic; I strap myself with my Kevlar
Hand on my gun metal, for all the beef that's unsettled
Sold everything a thug pedalled, I'm just one rebel
Thoughts are through in mind a la Kurt Cobain
Yo, it's slow pain, like cocaine, flowing through a cold vein
I meet the odds, now I pray to the gods
My niggaz in the yard get dealt some better cards
Made Men's at large, get the fuck up ou to f Dodge
Your whole entourage will get hit up with a barrage
My choice weapon, the legacy of my legend
Will still live on, until the day of Armageddon
When I hit the dead end, yo, it's fire on the crucifix
I'm losing it, trying to figure out who's the snitch
I shed blood for my honour, on the street corner
Hotter than a sauna, blazin' marijuana
Duckin' shots and regroup I buck back, yo
Cause fuck that, that's where niggaz be getting snuffed at
Whatever's coming tell me, I'll take i to n the chin
So for every sin, I'm blowing circles in the wind
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: Antonio Twice Thou]
I inhale and blow it out
Stress calls, in the Source no doubt
I got steam to blow the top off a pressure cooker
I had a dream; it seems frustration took us
Do I have to grab a gat to touch my fantasy?
Or will I live long enough to have a chance to see
If I can blow the spot, show the world what I got
You know there's a million niggaz thinking just like me
Smokin' on the same weed, livin' on the same named street
With the same fat beats,
and all criminals for fucking with cracks and heats
We magnets to the dragnet, young, black and got assets
to make a smash like the crash test
Now what's next, lifestyles of the trifle fraudulent
I work hard, my life; it's still hard to get
Interruption from a deep thought, to twist up
Architect, I roll blunts perfect, apex when it's lit up
I can't relax; I'm never calm
No matter what happens, somebody drops the bomb; trying to do me harm
And these street politics got me strapped up
with a .45 stick and a habit on bricks
I pat myself on the chest, to feel a vest
Cause jealousy and envy among my peoples is a mess
Don't playa hate, hate the game
It's all the same; I'm blowing circles 'til I'm blowing flames
Ain't nothing changed
[Chorus x2]
[Chorus continues in background]
Where my thugs at? (Made Men) [x5]
[Mann Terror:]
Ain't no mistaken you see my chain you know who I'm with
Made niggas banging them hits, you banging them fist
With just a few good niggas, we can make this doe
And with a few good heaters, we can make some more
You only get something hot when you face the mob
Probably blow a whole job with Escobar
From the fiend up in NY that can't be stiffed
Fucking with my dawgs only get you rained through quick
So much ice in my jewels I can be from Bedrock
And I smoke that weed that put your brain in headlock
Wanna be a witness nigga you can witness this!
Four fevers straight to your wig splitting your shit
Niggas hate you if you make it, so they pray you fail
Petty bitches run their mouth, Jake want you in jail
That's the life of a Made Men, tighten the game plan
Come through and bomb things, we either hang men
[Chorus: Ray Benzino]
It takes a few good niggas just to set it off
Watch your back, squeeze triggers then we let it off
We're annoyed by the fact nigga's telling too much
It's a shame how these nigga's always jelling in such
You can't handle the truth, the words that we speak
It's time for us to separate the strong from the weak
Gangsta real shit from beginning to the end
(Nas to QB), Boston Made Men, (What?)
[Nas:]
Fuck around lay around nigga
Yo as the blunt hangs low from my defiant lips
Smoke emerge in the shape of halo's the chronic's lit
My hoes are pornographic, flow's orgasmic
Doe stacking, strict as Joe Jackson training five kids to blow
Fraction of my mind died years ago, miserable drunk
Beers at most, swung at by school principal then I flunk
Peace to my foes who really took it dead with the beef
Peace to them hoes who left their pussy hairs in my teeth
I've proposed to the street corners, heat on us to clap the phony
Thug matrimony, champions like Shaq and Kobe
Porno stars hoes like, Nairobi Knight wanna fuck us
It's ruckus, water bed half the niggas can't touch us
Seen it happen to the best, clap to their death
I tell you no lies, you ask me, no questions
Look at my eyes, pupils are neutral
To the shit my body done, I shot lots of guns
.22's, .45's to none, to murder a Virgo
Spooky bitches try reading my chart
I sleep with lights on, grown and scared of the dark
It's not because of horror movies but the art of the beast
Sparking Uzi's, rest in peace Barkin, it's war in 2G
I wish my words could resurrect Ennis Cosby
I'd make Stevie or Ray Charles see the hate that bothers me
I feel like pulling out patches of my own hair
Said the words of my friend paralyzed in his wheelchair
It's like...
[Chorus: Ray Benzino]
[L.O.:]
Born in a project hall next to a fiend smacked out
Plus my pops wasn't around and my moms was cracked out
OG's in my air trying to better my routes
Put me up on made niggas with major clout
A few of the best, nigga we're the last ones left
From Boston to Queensbridge, better grab your vest
Don't want these hot tests burning your flesh
Jealous niggas hate us to death, gorgeous ladies giving us sex
Loving and living, bank rolls, sagging my denims
D's on our dick, rather see us locked in prison
Noisy neighbors look out their windows all in our business
My man ink spots the deceased, I'm trying to stay alive
These niggas always saying dead dawg, But whose dawg dies?
It's me against the world, but I'm a hold my own
Work my way up, and soon enough I had a throne
Don't get it twisted I'm a bastard but boy I'm grown
And only fuck with a few niggas
[Chorus: Ray Benzino]
[Outro: Nas]
That's right nigga, a few good niggas
No fake niggas, only real niggas making shit happen in 2000 baby
Nas and Made Men, I love to see my niggas get money
That shit makes me feel good; I love to see niggas get money
I love to see niggas get money
[Antonio Twice Thou]
I'll be that sacrafical dog nigga
Cowboy, Made Men, thug nigga
Specialize through the job nigga
357 degrees Fahrenheit on the thermastat
When I burn the clap at night, Star War
Milleninum guns, titanum
Strap bombs on my back like them Iranians
Surgacial gloves, murderin' thug
Get the worst when I bug this verse in a slug
Blaze wit eight clips, rip like some shit off the Matrix
Boston, state of mine, stay sick
Live rounds, five pounds of heat yo
'Cause most of ya'll killas ain't down to beat
Spit digital depth, studio crime, shitty flow
My dirty work get you murk in my Simi yo
Twice style bring it foul to ya life style
Floss in my neck of (Yo!) da woods (Yo!) I put your lights out (Yo!)
[Benzino]
I throw my grees high,
red black silver tab Levi, stay high *sucking in*
Buy the around in a gray five
I call my niggas on my hands feet, voice recanition
Recognize by high park camition
My black B hat, tilted a lil' to the left
Maniac Boston Mass. nigga modo life or death
I'm blowin' hash 'til my very last breath
And I won't stop buckin' 'til there's no one left
[Antonio Twice Thou]
Spit the hot shit for niggas on the block down on rock shit
All about money and skins, and burnt chocolate
3 stripe killaz out the gates of Boston
Run up on this, run wit caution
[Benzino]
Out of town Roxbury niggas blust shots
South Van High Park stay hot
J.P. Dorchester smoke trees
Providence Springfield niggas toke heat
[Mr. Gzus]
Fedaralli most wanted, P.P.V. most tonted
Try to put my head in a gotlent
I'm off pro V, roll freely in a 850
And bang my own shit in my CD deck
Wit ten thou worth of ice around my neck
'Cause I have to pay the price for the love and respect
I walk through the bricks of Kevlar, long sleeve
'Cause ain't no honor amongst thieves
Mad raps runnin' for cheese and get caught in the trap
Suspect 'til prospect for guns and ones
I represent for crooks, killers and dope dealers
See live hustlers turn to job squealers
Can't hold water so they pissed on a nigga
Caught in a quiz now, go figa
My mind setters get the paper and jet
And anybody in the way will gettin' wet
Or help for a Hanson ransom, if they won't pay
Blast 'em, we mash 'em wit 4 pounds
With devices that silence the sound
With no faces, no trace or no plates
[Antonio Twice Thou]
Spit the hot shit for niggas on the block down on rock shit
All about money and skins, and burnt chocolate
3 stripe killaz out the gates of Boston
Run up on this, run wit caution
[Benzino]
Out of town Roxbury niggas blust shots
South Van High Park stay hot
J.P. Dorchester smoke trees
Providence Springfield niggas toke heat
[Antonio Twice Thou]
Spit the hot shit for niggas on the block down on rock shit
All about money and skins, and burnt chocolate
3 stripe killaz out the gates of Boston
Run up on this, run wit caution
[Benzino]
New York Cali motherfuckers bust shots
New Orleans Tennesse niggas stay hot
D.C. Philly motherfuckers smoke trees
Detroit Carolina niggas toke heat
Out of town Roxbury niggas blust shots
South Van High Park stay hot
J.P. Dorchester smoke trees
Providence Springfield niggas toke heat
New York Cali motherfuckers bust shots
New Orleans Tennesse niggas stay hot
D.C. Philly motherfuckers smoke trees
I can't adjust to this new way of livin
I've always been a product of the street, crime drivin
I came up under older niggas up to no good
What I don't know, you was nuthin in your own hood
Baggin up Manilla envelopes of weed
Likin bag after bag, until it made my lips bleed
You want your shit, slide your money under the door
And if you try somethin funny, you get wet up wit the 4-4
I used to be on 4 corners bustin all nights
To the sun up, not afraid to hold my gun up
Started sniffin bags of Brown Smurf
Dennis "the" Mennace
Stickin niggaz, now just let me finish
5 years later, i'm trapped up in this game shit
Faces change, but it's really all the same shit
These young Boston Mass. niggaz taught a city yo
Eight floor, Superior Court, they lockin niggaz up
I heard the soundz form the steel door slamin
I heard the soundz of my nigga Tee's gun jamin
My nigga Rock, Damn near died up in my lap
And should'nt nobody have to go through that
I'm FED investigated, got drama in the streets
i'm doin drugs, and tryin to rap and fuck beats
Every other day be like runin from the jake
don't wanna see my dog like that, outta way
It's gettin so, I can't even shed tears
Forget all that, let's talk about these last 5 years
I never took for granted why i'm still breathin
A family is for somethin, but I don't know the reason
I survived through all the agony and pain
Of years pass, dodgin death when you call my name
It's over dog, it's a new time, new era
Almost got 15 years for 3 letters
It's fucked up, the FED's got you snitchin on a ho
No stay of execution, cause niggaz ain't comin home
I lost about 100 niggaz to these streets
My lifestyle's changed, but i still hold heat
I'd rather be judged by 12, than carried by 6
colect calls, niggaz be sendin me flix
I'm older now so that means i'm much wiser
Stay 1 step ahead of the game, my pops is liver
He always said grave don't have no fear
He always told me hey don't trust no bitch
He said make sure you take care of your moms
and most important of all, hey don't be no snitch
These are the words that i live by
that's why i'm still here
Made Men, motherfuckers (motherfuckers)
L-O-X, motherfuckers (motherfuckers)
Made Men, motherfuckers (motherfuckers)
L-O-X, motherfuckers (motherfuckers)
Made Men, motherfuckers (motherfuckers)
Yeah, yeah, yo, yo
[Jadakiss & Styles]
Runnin' your mouth, I'd have you with a gun in your mouth
Two in your throat, look now, your son is in doubt
Whether or not he should think of pulling his glock
Matter of fact, my nigga got a gun to his back
Squeeze three, turn him around, and he gave him a smack
Take the joint off his waist and hit him with that
Shit is for real, so niggas better get in and chill
It ain't the bullets that'll kill, it's a nigga wit' will
Just give me the word, all my niggas get it with birds
I'm from the 'hood, so I stood on the curb, nigga, ya heard?
Die in the war, I'd probably resurrect on the floor
Then get up, yellin' for more, bangin' the four
Nigga, we made, touch more niggas than AIDS
Bust my gun at the sun just to sit in the shade
We livin' it up, got big niggas shrivelin' up
Sick in they house, dyin' with they dick in they mouth
Pitch and I swing, you oughta be kissin my ring
I'm doing my thing, lawyer money, outta the bing
You gonna either be a coward or king, cream of the crop
One phone call and the Neena's a pop
Lovin' the wealth, fuck it- I'ma do it myself
For my juvenile niggas (what)
State Penn niggas (what)
LOX niggas (what)
And Made Men niggas (what)
[Sheek]
Run in the truck, hit the dashboard, turn on the lights (uh huh)
I hit the switch twice, some shit come out (what, what)
Descendin' your life, we use revolvers, no shells
Who the fuck gon' tell?
If for the big crews, I let my shit go
Parat-a-tat-atat at y'all fairies
Watch, I make a POW like the World Series is won
I told y'all about fucking with son
Steady my guns, from the biggest to the littlest ones
.22 behind the ear and the big shit that we kill deers with
Be on the roof, on some Dead President shit
Long scope, barrel open to the public, I love it
Fuck it!
I hafta take a rifle home and hug it
Whatcha know about that, love? Black gloves
No back up, only this vest
Only these teffs, only these lefts
Fishermen knives that cut in your chest
If I get jerked, it's like on nigga in the Army fuck up
The whole squad gon' do pushups til somebody page me
But instead of calesthetics, y'all gon' push up daisies
You crazy?
Now, what the fuck was y'all thinkin?
I leave your body where your boys be at for a weekend
Niggas comin outta the store like what the fuck is that stink, bitch?
[Made Men]
Word, I stay strapped with the Platinum gat
I stay raps over hangman tracks
And make hot wax, nigga, with the Lox cats
Bad Boys and Made Men matinee mayhem
We'll leave you all tied and shot up at the Days Inn
Sprayin' rounds in you from heavy level caliber
My calicos, automatically mechanical
Botanical Garden, douja, fuck a sergeant with my folder
Roll like Red October over Small Soldier
You're flack-jacking, won't react when I splat shit
Your domes gon' patch it off my laser beam gadget
Steal your bitch like a base in a game of baseball
And don't sweat, lookin' for heat, I can't wait to face y'all
If my names carved out, y'all niggas gon' fall outta position
Cuz punk MC in this light snitchin'
Get hung from third tier, in your underwear
Pour lighter fluid in your hair, spart it up for the New Year
With eight pounds of Heavy Metal like a rock star
Twin Barettas, I owe vendettas, postions locked down
I'm with the Lox now, you better play your block now
My gat, in average, slay a thousand, a major league
I make ya bleed, my aim's bueno, we play no
Gamed with you niggas cuz you small pressed (small pressed)
I clap you in your hallway, run you for all your riches
While bums fucking all your bitches
I played it back, press playback, you know that
My team wanna hear that
They blood thirsty, certainly kill those who hunt me
My Made Men worthy, putting slugs through your derby (yeah)
Benzito make you fanito (what)
You're all done (what)
Don't trust a nigga in the back while you ridin' shotgun
I get you wild criminal, skill to kill when the beat spill
Spark into a windmill, cold hearted- feel the chill
In a nationally known, nationally recognized
Locally accepted from my peeps on the streets
Cuz they know I rap it
Don't get caught in the path of something that is Man Made
Something Hell raised, breed, twisted niggas sideways
It's wild all over, they startin' out young
The shells come and Hell come, they kickin' dust from (dust from)
The South's dirty dirty, up North is filthy
The East is a jungle, the West is wild
Feel me?
So, I spit the hot shit like glock clips symphian
You feelin' and receivin' what the expression of other in
Jesus got the strength of 20 men high off the Henn
Got no other way to live my life but to live it in sin (in sin)
Cuz Rosemary's baby got the Devil within (got the Devil)
I make it hot when you wanna blow the spot
[Hook Part 1: Mr. GZus]
When you wanna get this loot (right now)
When you want a Benz coupe (right now)
When you thug niggas gon' shoot (right now, right now, right now)
[Hook Part 2: Mr. GZus]
When you wanna get these riches (right now)
When you wanna fuck these bitches (right now)
It's time to start killin snitches (right now, right now, right now)
[Verse 1: Mr. GZus]
The six re-convicted felon drop gems
With the clique heat addiction, pop the first one flinchin
Takin playas out the game, and bench em, then we lynch em
Listenin to Henchmen to finish off the mission (get em)
All my soldiers into position
Son clinchin the coke with his finger itchin
Screamin why his niggas' snitchin
It's the suckas' way of fuckin with my ones
You gonna play with guns, then I got em by the tons
Federal Reserve notes keep me at your throat
You can tell from the smell from the fire that I wrote
Don't test this infectious, cause GZus wreck shit
A tech smith, your last request, next shit, at your residence
Squeeze with no hesitance, stay forever bent - over dead presidents
Commit acts with no malice
Tryin to ball out, before my number call-out
Going all-out, can't wait to hear my niggas shout (shout it out)
[Hook: Part 1]
[Verse 2: Antonio Twice Thou]
Twist the Philly up
Nigga, what's really up (wassup)
Feel me, throw ya nine-milli up (BOW!)
Guns - get the poppin, forever hip-hoppin
Hot ones clappin, make it happen, with a Mack 10
Wildin, off some liquor
Flee with the heat nigga (yeah)
Tote some weed nigga (yeah)
Slow your speed nigga (yeah)
Throw your hands up high
You a stand-up guy, that won't testify
Best have tried, to come bang with the Made
Compare that, to gun battlin with a switch blade
Hits blazed (hits blazed), shits played in the club
Get mix tape love, so you know it ain't a fake
Was bustin you next, like Russian roulette
You wet, and I don't fear nothin you rep
[Hook: Part 2]
[Verse 3: Benzino]
?Sissy, get lick off, shut off, bust off, hear off?
?Don't you wanna take some?
?Don't you wanna take some? (bust it)
Since when you didn't know I was a Made Man
Benzino-Hangman
Don't get caught up in my gang land
?D-techs? still be checkin on my resume'
Still I wet about four niggas anyway
Never worry about defeat cause I roll deep
[pause] Got you runnin down your own street
?So if you wanna get some?
?? (Made Men)
[Hook: Part 1, Part 2]
[Modified Hook: Mr. GZus]
When you wanna blaze it up (right now)
When you want dollar figgas (right now)
Tell me,
when you wanna fuck these niggas (right now, right now, right now)
[Intro: Whispered]
It's that type of thing right here
Yeah
Vacant Lot dumb niggas!
Make it hot dumb niggas!
Made Men dumb niggas!
No matter what what!
Vacant Lot dumb niggas!
We make it hot dumb niggas!
Made Men dumb niggas!
No matter what don't shoot
[Hook]
Talk shit but no matter what
Y'all know that y'all won't win
Go for your gun nigga what
Y'all can't fuck with Made Men
Talk shit but no matter what
Y'all know that y'all won't win
Go for your gun nigga what(Benzino)
Y'all can't fuck with Made Men
[Benzino]
No matter who you are you heard of the name
Let me introduce(nigga what)
Clear the way let these macks let loose
If we can't say this shit right now
We should leave
Or get it on right here
See who's first to bleed
There's nothin' you can do
That ain't been done
Like bein' stabbed with a knife or maybe shot with a gun
My mission in life to make you move
Not stoppin' you
It's very possible my Made Men are hot
[Mr.Gzus]
Yo, yo,
Gzus of Made Men feel the tantrum
See any man come
Whipped out the biscuit see many man run
When the gun feel the slug spit(Blow!)
You in the Devil's hands
When we on some murder shit
You don't stand a chance
Under the mug shit
Thug shit
Never sleep strapped on the low with the .38 snub heat
Playing some music on the .44
These MC niggas screaming battles my platoon want war
[Antonio Twice Thou]
I comes Hell or high water
Nine double and Luger
Premium Triton lick shots in my coop, uh
Twin shooter
Feel my vein's runnin' cold but
Save my life
I look in your eyes and show no love
No judge
I realease verdicts through my clip
Hot gun powder burns on my wrist and hip
Body bags and homi' tags
The deaf tone look retro
Is payback my tech blow
Fatal through Your chest, yo
[Hook]
Talk shit but no matter what
Y'all know that y'all won't win
Go for your gun nigga what
Y'all can't fuck with Made Men
Talk shit but no matter what
Y'all know that y'all won't win
Go for your gun nigga what
Y'all can't fuck with Made Men
[Antonio Twice Thou]
Squeeze keep it rough on a drug dealer budget
Slugs peel your nugget
Fuck around and feel this rough shit
Snub shit
With hot rocks to penetrate y'all
Lake all the squads brawl
nigga this ain't paintball
Ain't y'all them killers that were screamin' bloody murder?
You heard of Twice Thou and his work with a lovely burner
I blast for the i-con
Black python
Blowin' barrel
Waiting in the shadow to spit at you
[Benzino]
As my world turns
One life to live let my heat burn
Not concerned with those who oppose me
Demand respect from all those who know me
Pose a threat
You ain't seen nothin' yet
We certified coneseuirs
At this war shit
Flesh eating carnivours
Squeeze four fifths
Smokin' on a pound of raw
With a bad bitch
Fuck around with Benzino and get blasted
[Mr.Gzus]
Look in his eyes he scared to die
(Fuck him let him fry)
I never seen a man cry
Till his life is flashin' by
Satanic niggas pullin' gigantic triggers
Broke with no hope of ever seein' dollar figures
I know the real killers
The real thugs
The real niggas gettin' cheese
True G's and you ain't none of these
I rep five sets to the fullest with a live tech
And stay grimy like I'm always in the projects
[Hook]
Talk shit but no matter what
Y'all know that y'all won't win
Go for your gun nigga what
Y'all can't fuck with Made Men
Talk shit but no matter what
Y'all know that y'all won't win
Go for your gun nigga what
[Chorus]
We be the type that like to hang out (We like to hang out)
We like to bang out (We like to bang out)
And keep it movin (We keep it movin yo)
[repeat]
[Verse 1]
Its all about money, weed, gunz and drugz
Skins and thugz, fake pounds and hugs
Fast cars, penthouse sweets, eatin meat
Top of the line, ginuwine, rythme over beats
Riddin shotgun, S-class 3 thou Sedan
Benzo, playin Nintendo with my man
Flosin, spittin my game at the bar
Tropical, kickin tall, doll with a parasol
Street elegant, with a relevant style
Check the next chick, push a expo Eddie Bau
Executive jet, first class, sip the moet
Turn the hands back, 3 hours on the Rolex
East coast to West Coast return to the future
>From Boston to Cali smokin high times Buddah
Ferrar-a, 5-5-0, Maranel-o, yo Lambergini SV Coupe Deablo
Pablo, show me the stash with the cash
Or I blast, stain your pro woodframe glass
I'm prouder than 4 point zero, the pan or leer-o
Cause I can feel the heat Like De Nerio
I'm sittin in the lap of luxury
But i'm still spittin caps for thugz who be plusly livin comfortbly
Cigar handlings be Cuban
Made Men keep it movin, all the way to the conclusion
[chorus]
[Verse 2]
Yo, Drop the top on the whip
Hit the strip load the clip just in case them hatters want trip
Tryin to keep a low profile like parole
While i'm bumpin, Sony soround sound Makaveli
We urban Made Men, not Italian Gambino
Keep blazed, cool Jesus, Ray Bantino
Thug niggas elevatin the art of livin well
What goods a millionaire mind locked in a prison cell
Keep it movin, You know the MO, or catch a demo
On how we flip up the whole fuckin tempo
Mansion up in the hills find a mountain off the main road
You drape day, day you never wear the same clothes
Iced out medals, usually count fouls
To a hundred, up all night gettin blunted
Roll around in a 6 hundred, on 20 inch nickel
Got your wife all on my pickel
Backseat swingin heps up in my jeep
The watercraft do a world class cobra retreat
That ocean reef, waterfront on the beach
She wanna freak in a two piece, smellin on peach
Scuba divin in the blue waters of Aruba
Flowin palaces off the coast of St. Lusia, strap with aluga
Credabilty street provin, thats why i got to keep it movin
[Benzino]
Ladies and gentlemen, right now
We wanna bring forth to the stage
A very special guest
The undisputed Made Men
[Antonio Twice Thou]
Ayo don't run up on me, wit dat rah rah,
Smoking lah lah
I'll blow holes in your dada, you nada
I toke a lotta, choke a lotta... from Havana
And stroke skins in the Ramada, I open drama
Told the lamas in my bomba, word to mama
Ready to war in pajamas in these cold streets
I hold heat... I'm a known thief, with gold teeth
Matching custom made gold jeep
Croam rims, brown Tim's plus a Benz gettin' flown in
Equipt with shit to make domes spin
You average, we set standards
Trend set, Made Men wet
Anything moving in front of the Tek
With a maculet, acuret aim, crack the game
With a homerun, blasting lames wit they own gun
And its on son, my air crowds got the spare gat
By the gear shaft, with the clear gats out like tear gas
The wrong ones since a young gun
Notta unson hero with a filled sombrero
Gimme arms Memph, bomb threat phenomenom shit
I get (Uh!) the doe (Uh!) 'cause I want it (That's right!)
[Benzino]
Made grams makin' alright
While we push big cars under moon light
Be those 20 inche mirrors on Mercedes
Nigga knock for those niggas actin' shady
Never ever turn my back on my Made Men
Nigga when its time to set it, just say when
But for now we gonna ride like its do or die
And when its all set and done its just you and I
[Mr. Gzus]
C'mon, let the game break "G"
Even though its da grain 'cause of Made Men
Sellin' drugs with pistols just to get papes
211 your spot, leave you an 87
And a pen and pad be my only weapon
Aproachin' Armageddon, care to learn a cautious lesson?
Second guessin' in this life can be costly
When the bangs brokin' leave a nigga frosty
Frozen stiff from the 40 mill mega lift
>From a game played out like a Sega gift
For the streets, shit take a major wiff *sniffing*
Of the high ponent, seedless, canibus and teva, I believe that
It takes a lot of pain away, I do this everyday
It gotta be a betta way, lookin' for rider
Tomorrow been sufferin' the sorro
Took the heat, took the lead, now you follow
Every road has two paths
Ones fun and laughs opposite of blood bath
I chose the better half, run with the cheddar staff
Avoid the garbage, recycle the trash
To get track cats slapped up and kidnapped
'Cause we rappin' don't mean it can happen, see the gas clappin'
Atease, you been clear from the homicide
Nuthin' ta fear 'cause we here (Just you and I!)
[Benzino]
Made grams makin' alright
While we push big cars under moon light
Be those 20 inche mirrors on Mercedes
Nigga knock for those niggas actin' shady
Never ever turn my back on my Made Men
Nigga when its time to set it, just say when
But for now we gonna ride like its do or die
And when its all set and done its just you and I
Made grams makin' alright
While we push big cars under moon light
Be those 20 inche mirrors on Mercedes
Nigga knock for those niggas actin' shady
Never ever turn my back on my Made Men
Nigga when its time to set it, just say when
But for now we gonna ride like its do or die
And when its all set and done its just you and I
Made Men... it's just you and I
[D Quest]
Here I go again (It's just you and I!)
ohhhhhhhhh
Lets ride
Lets ride
Here I go again
That keeps us alright
[Master P]
My adversaries hate me, this ghetto got me crazy
I hope these streets don't play me, mama why you MADE me?
I'm a No Limit thug nigga
Live the American dream, so society think I'ma drug dealer
Cause I hang with the MADE Men
600 Rolls Royce's and Ferrari's on the PAVEment
Ghetto fabulous, Rolex with the pearl face
Million dollar mansion, imagine livin like Scarface
And then the Feds started watchin me
Johnny Cochran's clockin me
Can't depend on black, not no stoppin me
Started from the bottom, made it to the top
I told you No Limit just came to make the CLUB rock
Get it rowdy (UNNNNGH) get it bout it
Made the cover of The Source when everybody doubted me
and nickname me The Last Don
And everytime I say UNGH (UNNNNNNGH) you gotta press rewind
[Chorus: Keva]
Deja vu..
You could be the thug that I will do
(That's right baby) Is it you?
[Made Men]
Yo.. feel these Made Men, we blazin, hella ganje, elegante
Watch TV, you can see E, in 3-D, on your TV
Yo E be, thug type, or some nights, we Gucci
Burnin lucci, Dom P, ice rocked out, with a dimepiece
Profusely, spendin lucci, extravagant cuisine
Such arrogance between, the sheets to the extreme
Trips to the Carribean, in a jacuzzi, with a uzi
Try to bruise me, then I coolly, pop pop shots like a juve'
How your crew be? For the 3/4th, it's Nico, take the meek off
While we floss, hit the weed spot, then freak off, in the sheik long
Got three glocks, niggaz don't want no drama, lyrical Unabomber
Puffin head trauma, ? slugs blastin through your body armor
[Chorus: Keva {Master P}]
Deja vu.. {UNNNNNNNNGH}
You could be the thug that I will do
(Ahh.. that's right) Is it you? (Mmm-hmm)
I keep rememberin (mmmMMMM)
I keep rememberin {Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers}
Deja Vu {Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers}
{Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers}
[Mr. GZUS]
Yo, they welcome this Lenox kid
Slicker lyrical gripper number one pick
Yo call me Mr. GZUS, chargin bitches like they Visa's
I ride the blaze skunk, instead of fake funk
Get a taste of this slam dunk
Nigga pops and ya stop junk, my style krunk
Tryin to make all my shit bump
til my pockets got the mumps
Always pray I never have to dump
with the eight-shot, punk you're fucked
You shoulda ducked you bitch
A killer really never have to switch
A-with the real slow pitch that hit
Bass that make your ears split
Cause I know that you're tired of the bullshit counterfeit
so I'm flippin this script up like a lunatic
Better pay attention who you fuckin with
Nigga got the trigger on the 380Z hit it squeeze
Hang around nothin but killers fu'realla
with itchy fingers and homicidal tendencies
Made Men blow your back out til you black out
Trust me, you won't be seein no more, for sure
Fuck around and be face to face with the four-four
Made Men, these niggaz bug more
[Chorus: Keva + {Master P}]
Deja vu.. (ahhh, mmmmm)
You could be the thug that I will do
(Whatchu want me to do baby?) Is it you? (Uh-huh)
Deja vu.. (yeahh)
Could you be the thug that I want to
(it's hot, uh-huh) Is it true?
I keep rememberin {Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers} {UNGGGGGHH}
I keep rememberin {Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers}
Deja Vu {Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers}
[chorus]
I wanna made man don't care bout what you heard
I don't care what you think
I don't care what they say
We fly threw friendly skies touchdown
Blow smoke out the roof blue bentley crew
Roll up sho' nuff all sold up
Know us hit the spot and get tore up
Show up wit a gang of cars
Valet to parley straight to the bar
Woo skinned suits Timberland boots
Spend enough loot when Made Men come through
We ball wit the ballas all bout dollers
Floss 10 G's in gems round they collars
Luxury life bring a buggin device
but I'm straight up so I'm lovin my life
On a average night might bag ya wife
And make off like a thief with a bag of ice
Box in my goochie watch blow tight
For the whole night I shine like a strobe light
[chorus x2]
I see you watchin gettin mad cuz I'm gettin this done
Made Men yo 5 double 0 benzito
My neck and my wrist wear ice no doubt
I'ma still be shinin when the lights blown out
Get it right I'ma big dog recognize
When you see us comin threw best step aside
Take heat to tha game dog watch and learn
I'ma ball till im 80 wit cheese to burn
Gotta keep my eyes open when I bounce in the range
Since I'm stackin change you be lookin strange
but that's alright that's all good
still the flossiest nigga in the whole neighborhood
Should I hit em wit a penny or cop a drop
We be blazin hot made men won't stop
and when the club let out I'll be sittin in my ride
waitin for the shorty that I bagged aside
[chorus x2]
Round up the crew and head to the strip place
Luke's choosen booze and expensive drinks
The game out my mouth that I spit at shorties
Go 0 to 60 like a 740
I'm droppin things coppin things
95 diamonds in my pinky ring
I stay O T still cash pile
You know the new style blue reptile
When we show up in the club dont hate
Cause we straight and to blow up we won't wait
Love from the bar free Dom P
Sightsee after G get tipsey
I'm gonna need a spot wit a dime and some change
Move from tha 1500 to the range
Got made men and the system buggin
Compared to my crew your crew say nothin
[Intro: Soopafly]
Aw yeea, ha ha ha, yeea
Just when you thought it was gonna stop we back in yo' motherfucking ass
Soopafly, Made Men, Dogg Pound Gangstas
D-A-Z, Tray Deee, know what I'm saying?
Kurupt, what's happening?
It that real life gangsta shit
Check it out
[Benzino]
Oh damn, I almost forgot - I gotta go back home and get my two extra clips
For these niggas that be talking shit
See, I don't think these niggas understand me - I pledge allegience...
To kill their army for no reason
[Antonio Twice Thou]
Yeah, they gon feel this Beretta pop, vendettas never stop
I walked with a glock, 17 when the weather drops
You want to flex with this next shit?
Bring your best shit, you fucking with machine gun specialists
[Mr. Gzus]
Nigga, to the death of this, no mask, click it and blast
Bout to blow while your powederkeg escelate, defuse it late when I mash
Throw the thing in the stash, proceed to steppin
To make a motherfucker bleed, succeed with whippin
[Daz Dillinger]
And we blast 'em motherfuckers who be snitchin and tippin
[Chorus: Tray Deee]
We Made Men
Slayin punk niggas just cavemen
Act up, we spray them
Matching since we came in
All the way to get two G's, see the...
Ray Benzino with Mr. Gzus Clockin' C-Notes
All my niggas throw up they shit, like a G though
Bitches get nothin but dick, and the heave-ho
Pack up while I stack my grit, check the steel-o
Pushin weight state to state, like a kilo
We Made Men, motherfuckers
[Soopafly talking]
Aw yeea, and that's how we do it
Y'all don't want none of this
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, here we go
[Mr. Gzus]
See we on some on sound Dogg Pound Gangsta shit
You on some fucking child pranksta shit
If you can't throw thangs you can't hang - raise the fuck up
You might find yourself stuck up, then fucked up
[Benzino]
It's 2 o'clock, I'm around the corner from this niggas crib
Waitin to kill this bitch for some shit he did
I think I hear this nigga comin down the street with his music bangin
It's time to leave his brains hangin
[Antonio Twice Thou]
Word, how y'all niggas tryin to creep up?
Like we won't let the heat bust, 3 fuss make you eat dust
Platinum Cuban around your throat
A Made Men neck tie - that's all she wrote
[Chorus]
[Benzino]
Use your weapon, my lethal left hand.. blows are fatal
I won't betray you, my dog it's time to rearrange you
It's time to ride you, the same niggas who dispise you.. are still breathin
Oh Lord I give you good reason to let my nigga come back to ride one more mission
Like my Soul's given, the situations Hell driven
RSO, murder episode on that 10 starring DPG and the undisputed Made Men!
[Mr. Gzus]
Made Men murdering, brought back veteran
Little black menace, to squeeze on sets again
Slangin and bangin since the age of 10
Bad seed specimen grown into men
Fast cash, fast life livin like that
Plus whip, big gat and on the cage and at the crap that
Undiscript, violent, circle then we run you
A bomb and you wakin and another life is take in
[Antonio Twice Thou]
It's all enough an, stick somethin, spit somethin
Hit somethin, if you see some shit comin.. start gunnin
Fully automatic thunder, shoot me - truth'lly leave 1000 in ya
Have it your way like Burger King, the murder king
Murdering your first string, first to bring the war
Got the 6 saw with tail squeeze it real frequent
Watch ya fuckin mouth when your speakin
[Chorus]
[Kurupt]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, biotch
All my niggas, throw it up now
Say "fuck that shit" (fuck that shit!)
Say "fuck that shit" (fuck that shit!)
Fuck that shit (fuck that shit!)
Say "fuck that shit" (fuck that shit!)
Say "bitch" (bitch!)
Say "fuck that shit" (fuck that shit!)
Say "fuck that shit" (fuck that shit!)
All my ganstas say "fuck that shit" (fuck that shit!)
All my niggas say "fuck that shit" (fuck that shit!)
All my bitches say "fuck that shit" (fuck that shit!)
[Chorus]
We the undisputed, the most wanted, the most hated
Most niggaz never squeeze, they overated
You fascinated by the way my clan made it
Classic limited edition, Made Men on a mission
We out performin, perform for the bitches and the thug niggaz
We slug niggaz while the FEDs try to bug niggaz
Move confidental, i'm layin in your back yard
my nine clamp hard, Made Men rap hard
[Verse 1]
I'm killin you with 12 cylinders of raw rap
puff dat, before I scarf gats, through your hard hat
run circles around your favorite rap star
push a black car, horse power like NASCAR
sip Heinikkens, puff lime green with hash she's, madd deep
sash heep under the back seat, actually
all the beef shit, put to sleep quick
when i squeeze this, 3 fifth, leave you breatless
portable gunz, exceptional caps and clips
grab the mack, lick off slugs for this rappin shit
melt down your compound, put a jerry thing in your village
the illest in this game of code killas
break handcuffs then i rock'em like a braclet
clipin wild out, on some glock in your face shit
the first camp, crew thick out the pit stop
if you ain't up on that check your hit.....
cold hands from the cold steel
hot head from the hot lead
stuff from the old sheild, ghetto appeal
thug nigga type of anthem, get a Mill. 4 ransom
then i spend it all on brands son
[chorus]
[Verse 2]
It's the fastest gun in the East, never the least
Put down my heat, fill up my hands in beef
pop in the madd clip, hopin out the flag chip
up in the club, tryin to bag shit, go bags to rich
Full switch, only have more chicks on my dick
I spits on them shits emcees be wanna fuck wit
No caholnes, don't come fuckin with me Hombres
My crome blaze, uncontolably on your homies
Antonio, christed out, nice style
more than ever, pull a beretta
I bought my leather, squeeze the level
Thought you'd never, fuck with a Made Man
With doe show, when it comes to the strap, i'm bicostal, your gullabull
You and your boys be in your room bangin on books
We castle like a wolf move in, leave you shook
and shakin, any moo you make nigga i'm takin
2-11 strong, i'm shapin no conversation
this gun talk diolauge, I spit fire dog
Murder for hire dog until I retire dog
You wanna lock horns with 2 thou., make sure your physically fit
A mack hit, it's that Made Men shit
We arrived in December and London was cold
So we stayed in the bars along Charring cross road
We never saw nothing but brass taps and oak
Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats
You'll have to excuse me I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month, I been drunk since I left
These so called vacations won't soon be my death
I'm so sick of the drink, I need home for a rest
Easton station the train journeyed north
And in the buffet car we lurched back and forth
Passed odd crooked dykes and through Yorkshire's green field
We where flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled
Chorus
By the light of the moon she'd drift through the streets
A rare old perfume so seductive and sweet
She teased us and flirt as the pubs all closed down
Then walk us on home and deny us a round
Chorus
The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb
And the spirits we drank are now ghosts in the room
I'm knackered again, come on sleep take me soon
And don't lift up my head till the twelve bells of noon
Day close purple sky
Somehow nothing seems real
Cigarette sunset
Has the world forgotten how to feel?
Can you feel?
Can you feel?
I believe in the underdog
I stood in the rain
I believe in the lost cause
I believe in getting through the pain
I don't think the singer
Is the leader of the band
There has been that deception
All the laughter is dead
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you!?!
Chorus
Day close purple sky.
Somehow nothing seems real
Cigarette sunset.
Has the world forgotten how to feel?
Make a wish,
Make it hurt,
With my hand,
Up your skirt, tonight!
Signal-directional,
Institute-correctional,
File me alphabetical,
Ha-ha-ha-hypothetical,
It's animal, it's animal,
It's animal, unbelievable, woo!
It's animal, it's animal,
It's animal, unbelievable, woo!
It's animal, it's animal,
It's animal, un-buh-leev-uh... bull!
Tonight
Signal-directional,
Institute-correctional,
File it alphabetical,
Ha-ha-hypothetical,
With my guns,
On the floor,
And the fans,
At the door, tonight!
Signal-directional,
Institute-correctional,
File it alphabetical,
Ha-ha-hypothetical,
It's animal, it's animal,
It's animal, unbelievable, woo!
It's animal, it's animal,
It's animal, unbelievable, woo!
It's animal, it's animal,
It's animal, un-buh-leev-uh... bull! bull!
Tonight
Oh no, not me!
Pissed off, ripped off, repeat (tonight)
Oh no, not me!
What's my excuse this time? Suffer it...
Unbelievable, woo!
It's animal, it's animal,
It's animal, unbelievable, woo!
It's animal, it's animal,
It's animal, un-buh-leev-a... bull!
Tonight
Signal-directional,
Institute-correctional,
File it alphabetical,
Ha-ha-hypothetical, (tonight)
Fuckin' incredible,
Suh, suh, nonconceptual,
I be the medical drug,
The theoretical--
Yeah, I'm gonna drink it all up, oh my ale is dear.
Yeah, I'm gonna go get messed up, oh my ale is dear.
Yeah, I'm gonna drink it up drink it up, oh my ale is dear.
Yeah, I'm gonna drink it up 'til we drop, oh my ale is dear.
Well I walked on down to the pub again
And sank into the oblivion
When I ran into my old friend Pat
Who knew just where my head was at
We made our way to the end of the bar
And ordered up ourselves a jar
When someone said it's not quite noon
I said it's early but, it's not too soon
It's five o'clock somewhere, it's time for another
Yeah, I'm gonna drink it all up, oh my ale is dear.
Well it's what I need today,
cause I've been working like a slave
And my head feels like a gun
And it's all been said and done
Well I'm caught up in the craze
Like some beggar on the stray
There's a lunatic inside
That keeps me wasted all the time
To the pubs I will go
Where I'll drink
With my brothers and your sisters
And your mothers and your lovers
To the pubs we will go
Where we'll sync with each other
With your sisters with your brothers
With you mothers
It's five o'clock somewhere
It's time for another
Days never seem so long
But the nights were never long enough
It's five o'clock somewhere so let's have another
Yeah, I'm gonna drink it all up, oh my ale is dear
Oh well the night here never ends
It's always five up in the den
So I'll hang around and get into your gutter
We can rant and we can rave 'til they put us in a grave
Then we'll get up and we'll have ourselves another
It's five o'clock somewhere, it's time for another
Days never seem so long, but the night were never long enough
It's five o'clock somewhere so let's have another
Yeah, I'm gonna drink it all up, oh my ale is dear.
Yeah, I'm gonna go get messed up, oh my ale is dear.
Yeah, I'm gonna drink it up drink it up, oh my ale is dear.
Yeah, I'm gonna drink it up 'til we drop, oh my ale is dear.
Yeah, I'm gonna drink it all up, oh my ale is dear.
Yeah, I'm gonna go get messed up, oh my ale is dear.
Yeah, I'm gonna drink it up drink it up, oh my ale is dear.
Ridin´ down the highway
Goin´ to a show
Stop in all the byways
Playin´ rock ´n´ roll
Gettin´ robbed
Gettin´ stoned
Gettin´ beat up
Broken boned
Gettin´ had
Gettin´ took
I tell you folks
It´s harder than it looks
It´s a long way to the top if you wanna rock ´n´ roll
It´s a long way to the top if you wanna rock ´n´ roll
If you think it´s easy doin´ one night stands
Try playin´ in a rock roll band
It´s a long way to the top if you wanna rock ´n´ roll
Hotel motel
Make you wanna cry
Lady do the hard sell
Know the reason why
Gettin´ old
Gettin´ grey
Gettin´ ripped off
Under-paid
Gettin´ sold
Second hand
That´s how it goes
Playin´ in a band
It´s a long way to the top if you wanna rock ´n´ roll
It´s a long way to the top if you wanna rock ´n´ roll
If you wanna be a star of stage and screen
Look out it´s rough and mean
It´s a long way to the top if you wanna rock ´n´ roll
It´s a long way to the top if you wanna rock ´n´ roll
It´s a long way to the top if you wanna rock ´n´ roll
It´s a long way to the top if you wanna rock ´n´ roll
Well it´s a long way
It´s a long way, you should´ve told me
Any given day, any given time
It doesn't have to be so messed up
Honestly you'll heal in time
You don't know what to say
It doesn't have to rhyme
You could have been a little more realistic
If you had the time
Just don't try and count me out
Yesterday is just like tomorrow
Time is here for us just to borrow
Yesterday is just like, any given day, just like any given day
You should have been so proud
Just look what you have done
Your soul has not been washed
For all this time that you've been on the run
You're coming in too fast
Celebrity no skin
It's not the ups and downs that you pushed out
It's all this doubt you're in
I would try and count you out
(Repeat 3 last lines of above chorus)
I'll just suffer here today, one more game to play
And I ran out of mind I, ran out of mind they say
The streets are littered with thousands of people that you've never met
Names that you would thought you'd remember
Knew you'd always forget
Memories stripped from the past
The questions that never got asked
Like a broken down car in an old parking lot
Means nothing at all but it's that you got
And the moment is slippin' away
The answers you give aren't that great
It's like all the you do it's just old and they're new and they're lost
[piping solo]
All of your mistresses lied
To save your relationships, save you from time
When you slip into knowing that nothing is going to kill you faster than life
In the end you're just moments away
From the chances you thought you might take
It's like all that you do it just old and they're new and they're lost
And the words that you tried hard to say get caught in the noose that you made
It's like all that you do is just old and they're new and they're lost
In the end you're just moments away from the chances you thought you might take
It's like all that you do is just old and they're new and they're lost (x3)
[guitar solo]
((all that you are is not
All that you forgot
Hold on to what you got (x2))
In the end you're just moments away from the chances you thought you might take
It's like that all you do is just old and they're new and they're lost
The street is littered with thousands of people that you've never met
Names that you thought you'd remember
Knew that you'd always forget
((all that you are is not
All that you was forgot (x3))
I've been drinking and fighting, thunder and lightning son
I've been flirting with danger, held up in strangers' arms
But the story must be told
I won't wait till they say that I grew too old
Come on take a drink it could last all night
Fall back in the shadows of the Sunlight
By the end of this so called road I could win this fight
Put the thunder and lightning back in my life, in my life
I took too many chances, sick, drunk still up at dawn
I got dragged over fences but I got up and carried on
But the story must be told
I won't wait till they say that I grew too old
Come on take a drink it could last all night
Fall back in the shadows of the Sunlight
By the end of this so called road I could win this fight
Put the thunder and lightning back in my life, in my life
Come on take a drink it could last all night
Fall back in the shadows of the Sunlight
By the end of this so called road I could win this fight
Put the thunder and lightning back in my life, in my life
Come on take a drink it could last all night
Fall back in the shadows of the Sunlight
By the end of this so called road I could win this fight
Put the thunder and lightning back in my life, in my life
In my life
In my life
In my life
In my life
We're gonna drink and fight
and drink and fight
and drink and fight some more
when the drinking's done, grab anyone
and go and fight some more
so grab your friends and neighbours
and punch 'em in the eye
and raise another glass and sing the Dublin lullaby.
O'Leary was a bastard
I gave his head a crack
I drank a pint of Guinness
and puked all over his back
O'Shaunesy was sickened
with patty in the back
when Irish eyes are smilin'
we'll punch them till they're black
Chorus
O'Leary and O'Connel
had been drinkin' pretty hard
had been sittin' for a fortnight
with Clancy at the bar
he got so stewed that when he spewed,
we swore he must've drowned
so we kicked his ass,raised a glass
and bought another round!
Chorus
Well i went out with O'Leary
to old McDonald's wake
we drank a lot of stout and ale
and ate a lot of cake
O'Mally singing Danny Boy filled my eyes with tears
so i kicked his nuts right into his guts
and had another beer!
Chorus
Drink and fight and drink and fight
And drink and fight some more
When the drinking's done
Grab anyone and go and fight some more
So grab you're friends and neighbors
And punch 'em in the eye
And raise another glass to sing the Dublin lullaby
Fight fight fight fight fight fight fight
She kissed her and she was die'n to try it
and now there's no deny'n, yeah, yeah, yeah
that she kissed her and it kept take'n her higher
and now she just get's wired, yeah, yeah, yeah
Beats livin a lie, and i'm sick of try'n
beats livin a lie and we all get divided
He kissed her and now he tries to deny it
but she already decided, yeah, yeah, yeah
and he, missed her but now she's of getting higher
cuz she could never deny her, yeah, yeah, yeah
Chorus
She kissed her and she was dyin to try it
and now there's no deny'n, yeah, yeah, yeah
that she kissed her and it kept takin her higher
and now he burns like fire, yeah, yeah, yeah
monday you're paranoid
tuesday you try to avoid
wednesday you dont have a clue
thursday they laughin at you
thank god its friday
thank god its friday
the means saturday is on the way
through the confusion i'll fade away
you know i'll give it a shot i'll tear my way through
saturday
saturday
monday they feast on your heart
tuesday you're playing your part
wednesday it gets harder to scream
thursday they crush all your dreams
thank go its friday
thank god it's friday
the means saturday is on the way
through the confusion i'll fade away
you know i'll give it a shot i'll tear my way through
saturday
saturday
monday you roll the dice
tuesday you fall through the ice
wednesday you're coming to terms
thursday the nightmare returns
thank god its friday
thank god its friday
the means saturday is on the way
through the confusion i'll fade away
you know i'll give it a shot i'll tear my way through
saturday
saturday
the means saturday is on the way
through the confusion i'll fade away
you know i'll give it a shot i'll tear my way through
saturday
burn the little panties
off of nubiles with a bunson burner
slim on that maturity but jeezus fuck
their tits are firmer
pick them up for grease 2
and by god their gone to drivers ed
that's o.k. cuz mom will dork me
in that queen size parents bed
i sin for a living (x7)
friday afternoons at 1
you'll find me lifting pension checks
from old codgers mail boxes
then on to corvettes sanyo tape decks
ripping off a blind man's tin cup
piss into a mountain dew
Human Wrekckage and human greed
laid waste on this earth
a chemical dump... a sludge filled wound
you are all destined since birth
to be a...
dumping ground (x4)
a crutch is just a long lost phrase
to explain how you waste your days
to just say no would be a crime
no dignity, no honor
you're fucking slime
Come on over to mah crib
Where decadence abounds
Come on over to mah crib
Party rowdy rockem sockem sounds
Come on over like pronto
It's funville's coup de grace
Come on over ya weenbags
Group smash and splash ooh la la!
Gotta go-cart track in my backyard
I got big, black, mean-ass security guards
Gotta hot tub chock full of gelatin
And ten naked gook babes who are oozin' in!
Come on over this evening
Way cooler than downtown
They rip folks' new bungholes
Down in the ramrod lounge
We roll out red carpets
For sweet pubescent clam
Don't preach, you see, for normalcy
No way we give a damn!
Gotta discotheque with a spinning ball
I got Beta hi-fi's in the pooping stalls
Gotta white slave harem in the budding phase
In my pudwackin' palace, it's and 80's craze!!
Sodom and Gomorrah
Got nothing on what's doing at mah crib
Sodom and Gomorrah
Got nothing on who's screwing at mah crib
Trip on up to my boudoir
With fantasies in tow
There's rubber Randy Rambo
He makes the bitches crow
With luck you'll find yours truly
The putz jammed in your mug
A dose of T.V. supergoo
This decade's wonder drug
I got one-way glass in the powder rooms
Meet the big-hair poseurs from the Club of Doom
Got born-again Christians tied for target games
Yup, it's balls-out sinnin', and we show no shame!!
I've got pink bazookas-I'm such a nut
I've got AK-47's up the butt
I've got asshole seeking missiles mounted underframe
I've got a problem i don't know what to do
if i don't help myself i might hurt you
back alleys, dead ends, no way out
i kinda like what this is all about
got no family
and i'm only 19
wear funny clothes
i'm a real has been
do what i want
not what people say
that's what i think
so get out of my way
chaos and disorder
it's too late to repent
it's too late to repent
robots fuck those christians
with minds that are bent
my mom would tie me in a burlap sack
whenever in my pants she found a crap
between her fingers squished the shit
as she clenched her fist
then she kicked me in the dick
god she was pissed
chapman shot him dead
plugged him in the head
no more slopehead wife to fuck
no more squito bites to suck
lennon's dead hip hip hooray
all his dues he know must pay
gearoge, paul, ringo any day
will be dead we all must pray
a paunched out hippie fart he was
a pot smoking scumbag
bespeckled old scuz
his panface gookin' fuck so me stud
insurance cash all covered in blood
one year later
they paid their respects
prayed for his soul
then went went home & had sex
hipocrytes all of them
I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and i need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Oh, of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and i need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
There's a club, if you'd like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home, and you cry
And you want to die
When you say it's gonna happen "now"
Well, when exactly do you mean?
See, i've already waited too long
And all my hope is gone
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and i need to be loved
My wife laments-I drink! I'm crass!
Plug my teenage daughter in the ---
Please do not of house chores, dearest, speak
Cuz the truck pull derby is this week
I'm a scumbag-I know what I like
Plodding loony on my Harley D. bike
Bowling league and a dozen beer runs
Snowmobiling over bunnies is fun
My four-wheeler is 60 feet high
"jack" and Cokes in the morning, spouse cries
Poaching wildlife for personal gain
Gunaholic commie-hatin' insane!
When I get all hostile, in a snit
I'm true blue dirtball-I am true grit!
When I shine my piece it gets real stiff
I'm a nasty, ass-kickin' prick when I get miffed!
Shooting pool at "White Trash Magnet Lanes"
Flirt with boozy, sleazy, bleachy dames
I was weaned on my dad's sphincter ring
Ten years old before I said a thing
I'm a redneck-I know what I like
Death for fudge-packin' homos and dykes
Equal rights for the wenches? No way!
Mother, guts, God and Ronnie's OK
Got a case of Pabst soaked in me gourd
Got my "Action Slacks" from Montgomery Wards
Poaching wildlife for personal gain
Gunaholic commie-hatin' insane!
When I get all hostile, in a snit
I'm true blue dirtball-I am true grit!
When I shine my piece it gets real stiff
they look for love
we look for meat
they think that's bad
we think that's neat
girls have problems yes indeed
like that monthly rot they all must bleed
thaought about that? well think about this
don't wanna sit when i take a piss
i'm glad i'm not a girl (x4)
not being able to choose your fuck
cuz some schmuck might beat you up
no fun like that in the world
just because you're a girl
(chorus x4)
bloddy mess from a monthly discharge
livin' like that must sure be hard
glad it happens to them not me
like having babies 1 2 3
there are many reasons can't you see?
Wanna bark a saga of the night the bikes went wild.
Four husky gladiators suited up for a war self styled.
The Interceptor, Ninja and 1100 primed to score
But me and my Suzuki knew we had so much more.
They thought it would be just another clandestine late night road rally.
But it was the WAR OF THE SUPERBIKES.
Red hot pipes and rumbling high tech power plants inch up to the starting line,
But when the dust cleared up on Devil's Backbone,
One man/one bike/one dream would scream across the finish line.
I layed it down into turn one, cranked it down full bore.
With my air-cooled transverse in-line Four Stroke Four.
I knew the 1100 was the man to burn.
I ruled the straightaways, he had me in the turns.
As they blasted out of the high bank
The Ninja smoked a clutch
"Only two to beat," he thought
As he laid it down to those greasy 'S' turns
In the distance those oversized Japanese leg burners sounded like some sort of mutated gigantic insects.
Three men on monster machines SHOT OUT OF GOD'S SLINGSHOT!
The interceptor faded as we hit the hill W.F.O.
All I had to do was hold on, seven miles to go.
But there were red lights flashing, the cops were gaining fast(Screw the cops!)
In our high-powered way awesome road-smoking 12 mile dash.
The FJ 1100 made his move on the inside
As the speedometer bounced over the 100 mile-per-hour mark
But he got a little too deep in the curve,
and didn't see the pothole.
All he saw was a burning, hurtling ball of death
As he blasted off into cool night air.
Just him and his GS 1150.
crab legs, pate, sweet prok juices
mr. tapeworm never refuses
head cheese, vegies pizzapie
that little guy spits in my eye
oh mr. tapeworm he makes me squirm
nice mr. tapeworm'll make my ring burn
maypo, tofu, screaming zonkers
daily my dead bowels he conquers
crawls out of my dirt chute at night
to feast on my fridges delights
oh mr. tapeworm he makes me squirm
Sunff the little beggars
snuff 'em good (x4)
stuff the little beggars
stuff 'em down the drain
flush the toilet quick
they don't feel no pain
stuff the little beggars
stuff em' in the head
they don't need your problems
they don't know they're dead
snuff the little beggars
snuff 'em good
crippled children suck
it's easy to see
their parents were dumb
for havinf v.d.
and conceiving a baby as ugly as it
i say give it leg braces
that don't even fit
mom & dad smoked their dope
for a liberal smooth future
they had a lot of hope
but because of their folly
their life is pretty crass
a little baby boy
Tooling For Anus... That's You
Tooling For Anus... Him Too
Tooling For Anus... Her Too
Tooling For Anus.Them Too
Detroit City is the place to go
if you wanna lick gonads or blow a stiff
bookies, nunzios, menjos too
to pack some blowin'
to shoot some glue
(chorus)
i'm not a fag and i'll never be
afraid to hit the can to take a pee
afraid some sissy'll grab my ass
